Sardines
A birthday card I drew for Dad. He loves seafood, so I drew him the sardines which were the star of that night’s meal. I just drew them a little fresher than they were when we met them.
The Bell Curve
The other day Don asked me, “Have you ever noticed this about language, everything comes in threes?” He was talking about jokes, fables, lists in speech (e.g. life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness).
I thought about it and said that maybe it’s a common speech device because we need three items to be able to recognize a pattern.
And then I thought about this concept again. I’m always seeing it lately. I wrote it right after I wrote the cycles poem because I didn’t feel like I’d adequately conveyed the concept, and they tie together. One bell curve is half of a circle… if you blur your eyes when you plot it out.
Anyway, because it’s always in my brain, here it is:
Writers are taught to see
The bell curve of a plot.
Rising action, climax, falling action.
Sex has a climax. It fits the bell curve perfectly.
The life of a mayfly.
Birth, hours of development, a climax of mating, death.
Every little segment of time
No matter how small
Has a climax.
Inhale, hold, exhale.
Cut it smaller.
Just inhale.
The breath climaxes near the end, when you can’t take in any more and must stop.
A hummingbird beats its wings.
Lift, hold, fall.
The hummingbird darts to the next flower.
He arrives, partakes, departs.
The hummingbird takes a meal.
He hungers, sips nectar, stops when he is full.
The hummingbird is caught by a predator.
Fear, struggle, acceptance.
We live in bell curves.
They all link together
To form the line of our lives:
A golden spiral.
One long corkscrew from the past to the future.
A double helix of plot curves
A never ending cycle
Of birth, death, birth, death.
Journal – Sick kitty and pasta
I had a rough day today. Kato kitty is sick. I took him to the vet and he has bladder stones! Poor kitty. She gave me meds and special food to hopefully break them up. When I got home, I was all stressed out by the cats being stressed out, and Don started asking me a lot of hard questions about the decisions I’d made, and I was like, wait a minute, why didn’t you go with me? FROM NOW ON you go with me to the vet.
Then I got extra tired and needed a nap, as I will do when I’m stressed. When I woke up, the concept of giving the kitties separate foods and giving Kato antibiotics every day for a while wasn’t unapproachable at all. Everything was fine and I was capable again. We administered the drugs without any trouble, and Kato likes his new food.
I used to be repressed, to the point where I didn’t have feelings about much and didn’t know what I wanted. I’m much better now, but still have some room to grow. I am a little startled by how upset I got over Kato’s sickness. This is a good thing for me, though. Since I’ve gotten in touch with my emotions, I’m not sure how I’m going to deal with something horrible like a pet dying. I guess I’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I’ll throw a big fit. I threw a small fit today. Don was alarmed, lol.
Here was a nice thing about today: a Brioche Burger Bun with Butter and Blueberries. I like to do this instead of jam. It feels healthier and has a nice fresh flavor.
I also had homemade pasta with seafood and sausage, but it’s two days old, and for some reason, it tasted 100% like Spaghetti-o’s. There was a lot of love in that pasta, I made it for my dad and brother’s birthday, spent over $30 and four hours on that meal, Jessica’s kids and I made the pasta by hand, and it turned into frigging spaghetti-o’s? What kind of a world do we live in where injustices like this can happen?? At least I know it’s more nutritious but I still have to make my way through another serving. It’s a little bit funny though. Maybe if I warm it up right next time it won’t be so bad.
Well, that’s all the guts I have to spill.
People
How can anyone hate people?
I love people.
People with their different shaped hands and feet
Their little eccentricities and foibles.
They get angry and puff around.
They laugh.
They obsess over their animals.
They hate their flaws.
They idolize others.
They’re absolutely undeniable thoroughly insane
Using complex language to express complex ideas
Their minds are inexplicably networked tunnels of lightless caves filled with with god knows what.
Just like children or pets
You get what you expect from them.
They are gorgeous
Every one of them
Fascinating, funny, tragic.
They have a lot of pride
They all want to take care of each other
And they drive each other nuts in their efforts to do so.
Cute Spider
Yesterday, on lunch, my friend Hannah and I met the cutest little spider.
I’ve been reading Dragonball to her on lunch. Reading Dragonball aloud is the most hilarious thing. You should definitely try it. It’s very important that Hannah has a firm background in the classics, so I’ve taken it upon myself to educate her in this regard. Needless to say, she is a very patient friend.
As I was screaming at her, the spider came up to us. He stood on our table and always had at least one foreleg outstretched, like the pinky finger of a tea drinker. Often he had two legs out. He was so dainty. The pictures Hannah took give him scary black spikes on his legs, but he actually had fluffy clear spikes.
If I poked at him, or if the camera got too close, he would do fast little parkour hops and bank off of the thing in the most alarming and stop-motion way. Have you ever noticed, some spiders move in stop-motion? Especially jumping spiders.
We decided he was looking to catch a fine breeze and let him use our table, but he was really extra and distracting. Dragonball was pretty much a bust that day.
Sarah D. Silvey 